No, I Don’t Know…and I Do

I don’t know what it’s like to be old-old. I don’t know what it’s like to be visually impaired. I don’t know what it’s like not to be able to hear. I don’t know what it’s like to be afraid to eat. I don’t know what it’s like to feel like someone else wants to be in charge of my life. (Well, I do kind of know that.) I don’t know what it’s like to be losing brain cells at warp speed unable to make it stop. I do know what it’s like to listen to the desperate attempts to place blame for the above. And I don’t deal well.

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I am a Pacific Northwest native transplanted to the southeast for 36 years. In 2012, I returned to my childhood home to live and care for my then 96-year-old mother. I am a writer, a hiker, and a back roads wanderer.